Can you hear me Bjelke-Petersen

From your leather padded chair?

There's a tide outside your door

Steadily rising

It's a simple case of freedom

And a lot of us who care

And if demonstrations aren't enough

Well I hope you've said your prayers



It seems this time you've gone too far

Next you'll call the troopers in

And you can put my dossier

In the glossy pages of the bulletin



Oh you think the battle's over

Well the war has just begun

Your legislation's just a piece of tissue

Oh won't you listen to the beat

Of ten thousand marching feet?

Taking to the street



Oh there'll be a national monument

In yellow-cake of course

Oh where the plaque reads

"Look what Bjelke-Petersen did"

A traitor's tree, a traitor's rope,

Thirty bits of silver

And a couple of Queensland

Jackboot kicks



You think the battle's over

Well the war has just begun

Your legislation's just a piece of tissue

Won't you listen to the beat

Of ten thousand marching feet?

Taking to the street



You think the battle's over

Well the war has just begun

Your legislation's just a piece of tissue

Won't you listen to the beat

Of ten thousand marching feet?

Taking to the street